I got my hair cut today. And colored (there are no pictures yet, because I still have ring around the forehead). It was long overdue. So long, in fact, that when I saw my friend Brendan at The Nerdery a few weeks ago the first thing he asked me was why my hair was normal colored. That hurt.
Since it had been seven months since my last hair cut, Jenny, the hair-cutting waif, needed a reminder of my hair-dos and don’ts.
Lots of contrast
Reds are good
No news anchor hair, if I walk out of the place looking like Diana Pierce there will be hell to pay.
In other news:
I learned how to make banana bread. I’m pretty sure it’s the best fucking banana bread on the planet. Since I’m not a baker (too much measuring and precision required), this is a personal triumph.
Also, I finally caved and bought myself a Chrome bag. I’ve wanted one for about 195 years. You know, because the bag is called Chrome and my name is Chromey.
March was supposed to be the month where I stopped being boring. I don’t know if that’s going to happen. You’ve been warned.